“Grey.” Her voice is full of desire, her short-clad self grinding on top of my aching cock.
“Red.” My lips want hers, and I want to slide my fingers beneath her shorts and feel just how wet she is for me.
“I can’t thank you or tell you how much this means to me. You could have offered your truck and said ‘Go on’ or let me pull Samantha down here busted up and all, but you didn’t. You dropped everything. I just want you to know how much that means to me, how much you mean to me.” Fuck, if I didn’t think she’d bolt—which part of me doesn’t think she will, but I’m not willing to take that chance yet—I’d tell her I love her. Instead, I shut her up a different way. Her kisses are like smoking once was for me, sweet and addicting. Hell, I’m finding I barely need a toothpick in my mouth when she’s around. Mainly because I’m kissing the life out of her, and I’ll be damned if some small piece of wood hurts her while she gives as good as she gets.
“Nothing you need to thank me for, Red. I’m enjoying my time with you, love learning what you do behind the scenes. Not gonna lie, you know I don’t even use social media, so this is all new to me, but I’m ready to see what it all entails.” I squeeze the globes of her ass over her shorts. The minute I feel her skin, it’ll be game fucking over and I’ll take her, not giving a fuck about her work.
“I’m still going to thank you. You’d have the Carlson women down from Georgia lickity split, tearing me down from one side to the other. Manners are a thing with Southern women.” She winks and gives me a quick peck on the lips before sliding back to her seat.
“I hear you. Go do your thing and come back to me. Your phone charged, or you want mine?” One thing I’ve learned about Serenity is, she’s pretty careless with her phone, even though it’s a necessity in her work field.
“It’s charged. You made sure of that before we left.” Serenity opens the door. I follow her lead, ready to get her surprise up and ready before she gets back. Since the sun is already setting, I only have about an hour. Hopefully, she likes it and it’ll help her work too.
“Just checking. Call or text me if you get lost.” Yeah, I know about that too.
“Keep your phone handy. Not sure if I’ll have enough service, but I also know I’ll get turned around.” She shrugs her shoulders and grabs her camera bag that houses a huge number of notebooks, pens, laptop, and camera. Damn thing must weigh as much as she does.
“You know it.” I walk to the back of the truck, looking at all the shit that needs to be unloaded. I probably went overboard, but for Serenity, it’s worth it.
“Are you sure I can’t help?” I saw this coming. I turn around, hands on my hips, and tell her, “Woman, get. The longer you hang around here, the longer it’ll take me to get shit taken care of.”
“Fine, I’m gone, but I’m helping you pack up,” she warns, throwing that attitude of hers at me. I just shake my head and get back to work.
Fourteen
Serenity
I was secretly glad when Greyson told me to leave and get shit done. Honestly, talking into my phone gets me all kinds of crazy looks on day-to-day stuff, which luckily, I’ve been able to do from his back deck for the most part, even putting a few plugs in for the city of Spring. I met the campsite director, got a few questions in interview-wise, but for the most part, I was on my own. I got the pictures I needed, took notes on things to do, and even filmed stories to upload later on. It didn’t take me all that long. Not getting lost was the biggest plus in my book. It takes so much time when that happens, time that’s lost. I don’t know who I got my sense of direction from, but it sucks. I’m meandering up the dirt path to where Greyson parked his truck. It’s dusk and the sun is slowly setting. The oranges, purples, and blue hues are highlighting the horizon, but it’s what he’s done to transform our campsite that has me stopped in my tracks. He’s strung lights from tree to tree, set up an outdoor-style kitchen, and there’s a small fire in the middle, but it’s what he has attached to his truck that has me smiling like a loon.
“Greyson.” My voice is a whisper, not wanting to break the spell he’s built.
“Come here, Red,” he demands in that whiskey-soaked voice of his. My body obeys him, my knees get weak, and I’m instantly wet for him. I shuffle my feet towards the man who has stolen my heart in warp speed.